No sign of our common kin
No elder’s blessing to his child
The blood erupts in me
Our blood
And I wonder
These men
And women
With their gazes to the ground
Do they also carry
These needles in my heart? (61)
The succeeding parts of the poem are preoccupied with the sorrows and occasional joys
of exile. They constitute veritable reflections on the experience of exile. The third part for
instance illustrates what Antoinnet Burton (2003: 1) calls “the inadequacy and the
indispensability of the nation”. That is, if the previous explorations in the condition of
home reveal a hostility that pushes potential exiles beyond the borders, “A Song from
Exile” shows the deficiencies associated with yielding to the option of exile. In a sober
reflection, the poet asks rhetorically: “And who says there is peace /Away from home?
Or honour/ Or pride/ Or a sense of clan?” (62) The initial allure of exile, having paled
into a sordid reality of non-productivity, especially for a poet who is the voice of the
oppressed, results in an epigrammatic musing on the phenomenon:
The exile is cotton seed on the wings of the wind
A grain in the drifting sand-dunes of the earth
He is like the waters of a river coursing endlessly
Through forests and mountains into the jaws of the sea
Where it is lost forever (62)
The opinion of the above lines attests to the assertion that “the achievements of exile are
permanently undermined by the loss of something left behind forever” (Said 173).
Moreover, the knowledge of his exile is a reminder of the pretension that is at the base of
the conferment of absolute responsibility on artists and intellectuals generally, as there
are moments they fail to live up to this expectation. In other words, the assumption that
they speak for the masses is not without its limitations. In the case of the poet under study
here, the very fact of his exile, which means a conscious spatial removal from his
immediate point of responsibility as a mouthpiece of the people, illustrates the limitations
of the brief of representation that we tend to identify with artists. Thus, while there are no
questions about the representative roles of artists in every given society, such roles must